Just as a group of n burst in to capture soone, He Tiantian was also quickly scanning her surroundings—
Wooden doors, wooden floors, wooden attic stairs, simple materials, a retro style, the whole house exuded a strong sense of the past era.
As she opened the door, there was a small courtyard outside, with running water, but the faucet, water pipe, and the wooden barrel beside the small pond were all very retro.
However, the walls inside the room were adorned with oil paintings, old-fashioned Western clocks, tables under the windows, and corner tables by the stairs—all in Western styles, decorated further with vases and fresh flowers.
... Everything in front of her resembled Shanghai of the 1930s and 1940s, where tradition mingled with Western influences, and the rustic incorporated petite-bourgeois refinent and charm.
He Tiantian lowered her head, great, she had ti-traveled into a man again.
He wasn’t very tall, as his legs seed short, barely reaching about one ter seventy.
"He" was wearing Western trousers, and as he was at ho, he wasn’t wearing leather shoes but a pair of exquisite leather slippers.
Without ti to look in the mirror, He Tiantian didn’t yet know what this body looked like or could deduce his age based on his appearance.
But, among the previous group’s chatter, He Tiantian keenly caught on to a key point—Journalist Sugawara?
Could it be that this body’s surna was Xu and his first na was He, and he was a journalist?
Or, is he not from Hua Country, but actually a "Devil"?
After all, it was customary for people from Hua Country to address soone by their surna followed by their position (or profession).
Sugawara?
A two-character surna?
He Tiantian pondered privately but couldn’t recall such a compound surna from Hua Country.
In just that brief mont, the ruffians that had just charged in had already brought out a twenty-sothing-year-old beauty in a cheongsam.
"You anti-Japanese activist, behave! You’ve fallen into the hands of the Shadow Organization, yet you still dare to resist?"
The ringleader, sporting a narrow mustache, looked sinister and sleazy.
He Tiantian was hugely shocked. Anti-Japanese activists? The Shadow Organization?
She had heard of the i Bureau, but what was this Shadow Organization?
Of course, her ti-traveling had all been into the worlds of novels from the Dian Niang Book Library, mostly "parallel worlds."
Many events and characters were fictitious.
But to be called "Organization," and tasked with apprehending "anti-Japanese activists," it must be a special service agency, sowhat like the historical i Bureau.
Regardless of whether this body she occupied was good or evil, one thing He Tiantian very well understood was that the ideology instilled by invaders was that being anti-Japanese equaled being a hooligan.
And many ordinary people, even if deep down they wanted to resist Japan, would not want to get involved with those activists for the sake of their families and their modest lives.
Once the special agents ca knocking with an accusation of being "anti-Japanese," that was a precursor to one’s family being ruined and their hos destroyed.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, He Tiantian always had one thing to do—
"Baka! She is my person, how could our people be anti-Japanese activists?"
He Tiantian shouted angrily, positioning herself firmly in the doorway, preventing the group from taking the beauty in the cheongsam away.
He Tiantian suddenly beca so domineering, and her outburst was characteristically fierce of the Japanese, rendering the ruffians startled.
Even the woman in the cheongsam was taken aback.
Her beautiful eyes carried a complex expression, gazing at He Tiantian with guilt, surprise, and a faint glimr of hope.
Perhaps, her husband really could rescue her!
"Sugawara, Journalist Sugawara?"
The agents were startled, stuttering in their exclamation.
What was going on?
This person was a Japanese, and a Japanese Agent of the Shadow Organization.
Externally a journalist, actually, he was using his job as a cover for intelligence gathering.
But, this man was cowardly and diocre in ability, and if not for his Japanese nationality, he wouldn’t have the qualifications to be in the Shadow Organization.
Knowing he was useless, Sugawara Haojie usually shrank back within the ranks of the Shadow Organization.
Let alone the Japanese agents or the Constitutional Soldiers, even so significant traitors felt towering before him.
Aware of Sugawara Haojie’s character, the agents suspected his wife might be an anti-Japanese activist, boldly coming to seize her without any solid evidence.
If it had been a different Japanese mber of the Shadow Organization, they wouldn’t dare be so brazen.
But just then, as they entered, this man hadn’t dared to do much, so why did he suddenly panic as they captured the woman?
And to top it off, dare to shout "Baka" at them, the elite action team mbers of the Shadow Organization?
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